She lined the rubber band right up with her pussy, aiming directly at her most sensitive spot, wearing a look of focused concentration that seemed a combination of excitement and dread. Little specs of moisture surrounded her eyes, showing off how much her thighs stung, but she was still determined to finish the job. She kept pulling the band back, an inch at a time, further and further, as far as it would go as her breath sped up and then caught for a second right before she let go…
And then it flashed down, smacking into her clit with a devilishly loud thud that made Silvia jump in her seat even after seeing it a dozen times already. Violet’s entire body spasmed, her legs snapped together, and she hugged them into herself as all the air rushed out of her in a loud, pain filled curse. She rocked slightly, trying to keep control of the pain coursing through her, slowly conquering it and forcing her body to relax. Finally, she lay back and turned to face the camera directly, face flushed with the aftereffects, but smiling a purely satisfied smile without an ounce of regret.
That’s what got Sylvia going like nothing else. That inner strength of Violet’s, her well deserved pride in what she could face without backing down… it was indescribably sexy.
In her fantasies, that’s where Sylvia wanted their scene to end up. She wanted to leave Violet hot and aching, preferably with some hot marks on her, but with that same happy look. Like she’d somehow gotten off submitting to Sylvia as much as Sylvia got off torturing her.
Such a nice vision. If only she had any idea how to do that…
She didn’t. For all her dreams, she had no idea how to implement any of them.
It was really hard! Like, even the little things. How the hell do you transition a conversation from “Hey! How are ya? How was your day?” to “get your top off and tie your tits up tight enough to turn them purple!”? If they were doing this in person, things could build up much more normally. Go out to eat, flirt, gradually start touching, make out, and then guide Violet down to her knees. But how to recreate that organic flow over a video chat?
She needed help. Hours passed while Sylvia read everything she could find on Google, which had the opposite effect she’d been hoping for. Instead of giving her answers, she came away with more questions she needed to answer. What was Violet expecting? How sexy was she prepared to get? Was Sylvia supposed to establish safewords and all that, or was that over the top for something as basic as some webcam play?
She sighed to herself, internally cursing her inexperience and forcing her body to relax. There were still a few days to figure it out, no need to feel nervous yet.
Right. Because telling herself not to feel nervous ever did any good.
The obvious answer, that she should ask somebody who did this sort of thing a lot, would have been a lot more palatable if she’d had any cam master friends she could privately message. She didn’t, all her kinky friends were people she knew through Discord, and the ones she knew well enough to ask privately were either single or together with a real life partner. That meant asking the general Discord server population, which would have been fine if only Psychotica’s Discord icon hadn’t been showing the little green light that meant he was active. Not just her nemesis, but the mortal enemy of all reasonable people everywhere.
She tapped into the #Dominant’s_Private_Chat channel and glanced over the most recent messages. He hadn’t said anything in there for days. Good, maybe he wouldn’t be reading that channel now. Quickly, as if being fast somehow made her stealthy over the internet, she typed and hit enter.
Cupcake_Domina: Hey guys, I’m looking for a bit of advice for planning out a video chat play session.
Barely ten seconds passed before Psychotica is typing appeared at the bottom of the screen. Bastard! Didn’t he have anything better to do with his life than troll her?
Psychotica: whos it with?
A grin quickly replaced Sylvia’s scowl. Hopefully Violet wouldn’t mind a bit of gossip, because she couldn’t resist the chance to finally turn something around on Psychotica.
Cupcake_Domina: Don’t worry about it, I’m just looking to bounce some ideas off somebody.
Psychotica: got it. so nobody then.
Psychotica: well, i can tell you some stuff for if you ever get the chance to use it
Gotcha bitch!
Cupcake_Domina: If you’re gonna be a cunt about it, it’s Vy.
Psychotica: lol good one
Psychotica: no, seriously, whos it with?
Cupcake_Domina: Seriously, Vy. You remember her, right? She’s the one you tried to hook up with without bothering to check her public tags or profile and see if she likes cock first?
The best that could be said about Psychotica was that he knew when he was beat, and he didn’t stick around afterwards. Apparently, he’d become interested in #General_Chat and was pretending he hadn’t gotten stung.
Sylvia sat back, satisfied. Just 24 hours ago, the assumption that she couldn’t hook up with anybody, let alone Violet, would have been a dagger to her heart. She deserved to gloat a little.
But it didn’t feel right. Not yet, she hadn’t really earned it yet. All she’d done was gotten the chance to impress Violet, not actually done it yet, and she needed to. Needed to prove herself, both for the chance at something real with Violet and for her own sake. Maybe after a success, she’d finally shake all this anxiety.
But of course, racking up the pressure only intensified the doubts creeping in from the corners of her mind. What if she sucked, and Violet never wanted to play again? What if she was so bad Violet lost all respect for her, and didn’t even want to be platonic friends anymore? What if–
No! She shook her head hard, trying to clear it. She had to be confident, or Violet would hate it. After all, what’s less sexy than an unconfident dominant? Not much she could think of.
It was just a new space. One where she didn’t know the norms or expectations. Once she’d learned it, the confidence would follow naturally. It only felt scary right now because it was big. If she could break it down into smaller bites, she could figure it out!
Eventually, people started responding on Discord, and while a lot of it was unhelpful and contradictory, that actually made her feel a little better. After all, if there was disagreement, at least that meant she wasn’t the only one out of her depth.
Thaddeon, for example, thought Sylvia should have Violet strip naked from the start while she herself stayed clothed, so that they’d start getting into the right D/s headspace from the start. Majestic_Moose thought that was a terrible idea, mostly because it dove headfirst into sex from the start without letting anything build.
More quickly followed, from what she should wear to how much should be scripted versus improv. Somebody suggested creating a game for them to play, which sparked a whole debate on whether the gamification of BDSM was a travesty, or fun in the right situations.
Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that the answer to most questions was “it varies, depends on the sub”. She needed to know more about Violet as a submissive, not just as her friend and confidant. Beyond a surface level list of kinks, she needed to understand Violet so she could design new and inventive scenes for them, and predict how she’d respond. That was the bad part, but there was good news! Pretty much all the experienced doms agreed that the best way to find out was to simply ask her. It was totally normal, and Violet wouldn’t be disappointed by Sylvia’s inability to read her mind.